Back When I was Younger...

Back when I was younger - and the world was less sensitive to a woman being forced.

They were opportunistic situations that I could not pass up. The women never cried rape - and I got what I wanted/desired/needed at the time.

The indoor shopping malls were my hunting ground - bored stay-at-home moms - out to pass the time - unaware that someone was out there watching - searching - easy to follow them around - no mall security guards or cameras - just bored women - and lots of time on their hands - so what could they hurt by flirting with a handsome young man like me?

My criteria - heels - skirt - blouse - wedding ring - and good looking - good looking enough I got hard just looking at them from a distance - imagining what it will be like to enjoy them - all of them. I lived close by in a nice bachelor pad - fully stocked and equipped to entertain a bored married women. I had the usual; snacks - booze and of course my toys. Oh yes my toys - the ones in plain sight - vibrators and dildos - the ones in the night stand - cuffs, gags, ropes, etc.

And of course those drinks she had - slightly spiked - I hate violence. A little tussle gets me going but she needs to go home to her family not showing signs of how she spent her afternoon.

The first happened purely by chance - she flirted - I responded - she flirted more - pretty soon we are in the mall parking lot - she now tries to pass it off as harmless fun - you see I am married and it was just fun. I laugh - suggest we just head to my place - have a drink - sit on my balcony - talk. She has the time - I promise to behave. Of course I am younger than her by about 12-15 years - she thinks - what harm can there be - she knows how to manage men who go too far.

So she follows in her car. We go into my apartment. She tours the place - sees the toys on the night stand - makes a sexy little dirty comment and blushes while I am in the kitchen mixing our drinks - her with the "special sauce" and mine non-alcoholic.

We sit on the balcony - it overlooks a wooded area - no one can see us sitting there - I chose it for the privacy it would give me. Plus my neighbors - above me - below me - and next to me - they all work - so none of them are home.

Her drink begins to kick in - she gets up to use the bathroom - I wait outside - when she comes out - it's easy to guide her into the bedroom - she starts to resist my groping - but my hands are faster than her reflexes - that spiked drink works wonders - and pretty soon her blouse is open - my hand under her skirt - I feel her dampness - I comment she must be horny - in need - do I turn you on - well then let me help you satisfy that need - I push her on to the bed - and then open the night stand drawer - the ropes restrain her wrists - and just like that - she becomes mine for the afternoon.

When I am done with her - she has had several rather nice orgasms - they all do - their husbands don't know how to work their wives into a sexual frenzy - I help clean her up - she did ooze quite a bit of cunt juice during our play - I help get her dressed - I see the shame and embarrassment on her face. She won't go home and tell her husband - she promises me that I won't talk about this. Of course I promise. I mean I am not an idiot - why would I go brag I just forced a married woman?

About a week later I see her at the mall - she approaches me - asks if I went into her purse when she was with me - her driver's license is missing - as well as a few family photos - I reach into my wallet and show her her driver's license - you mean this?

She reaches for it - I pull it away - be nice my dear - come back to my place and you can get the photos too. I mean - if your husband got a letter at his office with your license and those photos and the explanation of how they became available - well that would not be good would it?

And so she follows me home - submits to my needs - begrudgingly - being the gentleman I am - when I have had my fill of her sweet married body - I surrender her license and photos - but what she fails to understand - I know where she lives - where her kids go to school - when they leave in the morning and when they get home - I know when her husband leaves for work - where he works and when he gets home - see - I spent that time on the balcony - being polite and a gentleman - asking all the right questions - which she unknowingly answered - unaware my true motivation.

So weeks later - when I hit a dry spell hunting at the mall - I came knocking on her unlocked door at her home - I enter - finding her in that cute little sundress - no bra or panties - I mean why wear them if you are just going to stay home and it is such a nice fall day.

The real treat was their marital bed - she now will have such fond memories - every time she has sex with her husband. She can compare her lovers.

That was the last time we ever met - I assured her I had satisfied my hunger - and besides - she bored me - time to seek out some fresh married pussy.